To all of you, who are a little weird in the head

For some reason I feel a very strong need to write this piece I´m about to write as, well, as I write.

I will not promote this one in Facebook or in any other social media, you have to dig a little (very little, but anyhow, do some digging) to get your hands on this one.

I´ve been doing a lot of self monitoring lately. To be honest, for the last year and a half, that is. And I am surprised by what I have found.

The person I always thought to be ever happy-go-lucky, social and brave has transformed into an introvert and shy. She has her strange ways and she is more than little insecure about those quirks.

Yes. I write vertically. I do not like all the confusing noises around me so I prefer walking around with my headphones on. I love books. I love them to the degree I think I´d rather die than live without a good story. I get drawn with words and beautiful sentences and I am sucked deep in a story. I sometimes forget I live in this real world instead of the beautiful place of my imagination. Most often I´d rather stay there.
I sleep when world becomes too much for me. When I just want to get through a moment or a day. Yes. I sometimes sleep far too much just for escaping purposes.
I love wombats. Those little weird creatures who seem to be smiling all the time.
And I love winter. When first signs of autumn appear I feel alive, after exhausting summer with just too much of everything. I collect pictures of winter and snow: the quietness touches me and the hint of sadness makes me happy. Same goes with abandoned houses. 

I get confused all the time, I do not understand people, I am not good at playing social games. I don´t trust easily and I do not get fond of people easily either, but when I do, I care too much and tend to get hurt.

I´m loud but I get scared of shouting and yelling. Fighting with someone is pure horror, but I am not afraid to fight for someone. 

With all this, I want to show you (yes, a piece of the most private me) that you are not only one with the odd things inside you. It may define you to some point but it does not make you wrong. You´re beautiful. Don´t give up. There will be someone who understands you and sees the beauty in you. And when there is, you´ll know.